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~The Stroke of Midnight Upon the New Year~

::she pressed languidly in through the chanceries arched alcove...
...a deep sigh of weariness ached from her.
..dropping the tiny velvety bag from her shoulder. to the chilled marble floor..
...a vigored growl seething through the slightest hint of sharpened ivory poised in a dig to her lips as she murmured about having to take a days refuge...and narely not a moments rest... in the likes of a boarded up warehouse just on the out skirts of the city...raking her clawz back through the tousled waves of raven that lie strewn in a slither down to the soft arch in her back.......yet that wicked taunt of laughter hides within the snarl still...as her advisary...dawn....had nearly taken her the morn before.....a slighted clink echos about the darkend chanceries walls as she pulls a crystal goblet from the over hanging rack of the bar......amused eyes of darkness wash in a ripple about the label on the bottle her tepid fingertips reach to entangle......

"Mmmm...Chartruese 1622...a good year indeed"...
a dip sends her head back in relaxed thought of that year.....
..a rushing gurgle shades the crystal goblet scarlet...
....the smoothed glass pressed upon her lips...
..the elixir tingling her pallet in its sharp sweetness...
...a malicious grin savors the taste...as she reclines back into the comfort of the dark leather divan...the crimson liquid draining quickly in a trickle to the confines of her throat......a sharp boast of laughter. shudders through the silence....a strikingly quick dash of her wrist..sends the waterford goblet to a smashing shatter on the far wall.....her petite fingers curl into the tightest of furied fists..
.raised to the heavens her tainted eyes of poisoned onyx fall in sync with her daunting threat........

"To hell with you...you wretched dawn...
..for your strangling embrace shall never find its grasp upon this one.
..nor shall the hands of your bastard maker "....
..the laughter seals her fated words...
....she slides from her rest...
....sensing the nights hungered beckon ....
....a swift glance to the shards caught in the dim light upon the floor in her passing....another sarcastic smirk as her gaze arches up to the priceless picasso the goblet splintered near......"At least my aim has not left me" ::in a mused whisper...she lurks on through the corridor....slipping from sight into a linking chamber......soon to follow the sounds of a warm bath being run.....Chopin begins to softly fade in.....the melody washing the silence away......the slightest flicker of candlelight bounces through the shadows.......she slips fluidly from the black garb concealing her porcelain body.....a few fingers capture the dark locks of her hair in a sweep back........an antique clip of pure scrolled silver holds them in place. as she slithers slowly into the large angrattii marble bath........the steam rising in misted tendrils...swirling about the contours of her face as she settles in the hot bubbly water......gardenia blossoms float aimlessly about the mired surface....thier scent engulfing her........soothing her ...... her eyes drift to a light close..
...her mind lingers in thoughts of her beloved Dagon....

..how she longs for his touch..
..she aches to feel his words in a tempting whisper .....
...if only a single kiss she could press upon his lips....
....she would gladly give her immortal soul to any that would lend her this moment of bliss....
.....her thoughts cling to him..
.her body relaxes completely..
..and unknowingly sleep conjures over her....
...... and erotic dreams of him steal her completely...
...as the wraith like shades of the shadows embrace her deeply...only a hint of unrest fluttering beneath the closed lids of her eyes convey the torrent of his presence within her dreams. His voice echoing and calling through the shifting dream....softly.....and again. The warm water swirling about the curves of her body as she stirs at the sound of his voice, it....beckoning his seductions...calling again and again

::Azling..My Love...Come To Me::
His call is so surreal...his presence so strong about her. She longs for him so. Suddenly sounds of pounding shutter the doors of her balcony, tearing her from the sweetness of the dream. Her onyx eyes reel open in a flash ...she growls in a leap from the tub ...water spattering the floor...strands of her black hair slither over her back....the droplets stream over her porcelain body from the bath....swiping her silken robe up in one swift lithe grab...Time seeming to slow as she approaches the looming doors off the balcony
..::could it be::..
her lips whisper softly.
...his presence growing stronger with every footstep closer....
....only a still silhouette under the lage blue moons gaze tells of the figure in wait....

Not a breath escapes her as she reaches out gingerly twisting the lock open ...

..her eyes intensely stare over the shadow through the crimson velvet drapery..
This, the moment she has waited for since her natural and unnatural birth and all she has seen, touched and tasted in her long life....she knows will pale terribly in comparison to just one of his kisses. She knows it is her beloved Dagon that awaits in the nights depths. As the lock snaps open....a sharp glittering lights in the dark depths of her eyes....she steps back in anticipation of his entrance.

Still having yet to lay eyes upon this caller........ever.

A beam of moonshine splits the blackness of the room as his hand slips through the drapery.....
time leaps like lighting in that second as the dark figure moves fully into view.......
Her sweetest love at last.
All her wants and desires step toward her...just as she dreamed him. He rushes at her ...sweeping her into his arms in a wave of strength......her body trembles slightly in the moment of bliss as she wraps her arms about him.....his warm breath finaly to touch her cheek.....

"I love you.........And I always will"

he whispers the first words she has ever heard from his lips::....
"I love you"
she whimpers::.. .
their bodies tightly entangled in a tight grasp.
Lenore leaping from his shoulder ...
off to find Archemites ..no doubt.

He sweeps her from her feet...to the divan .....
a passionate kiss ...
unrelenting. ...
as he presses her back to the soft leathery couch.....
their bodies warmly pressed to one another. His kiss as she knew it would be..paling the sweetest wine that passed her lips in ancient Rome......Her eyes finally to meet his. As his fingers trace her body...parting the silky robe that covers her...his clawz curl into the ring that pierces her belly....and his wiley grin tells all. His long chestnut hair drapes about the smooth porcelain of her throat and shoulders......his dark unsettling eyes excite her as he gives a tug to the ring......
with a sly comment as he kisses her::
" Now, I'm a believer"

and in that split second ...
a ravishing occurs..............
They swarm about each others bodies.....fingertips creeping erotically over one another......the height of their passions grow.....his lips seal about her belly ring...his hands slither and cup over her breasts....tounges twisting......candle light bouncing ravenous shadows over the walls. Her hands tear and pull at his clothing ....they inhale one another's breath in such a deep kiss of longing and want . Her body arches in a snarling lust ....seepingly her fingers run over the length of his hard body ...crying her wants....his hands press down over her inner thighs...forcibly he spreads her thighs with his masculine form. ...as he firmly drives into her wet crevice .....the arch of her back deepens with every driving pound of seduced hunger.......her clawz rake down the flesh of his back.....her lips to his throat in his wheeling thrusts....

her mind overcome by the surreal pleasures of him...
his taste....
driving her insane....
her pants at his neck quickly cinch into a firm bite ....
she moans....
he moans.....
their bodies intwined....
and the moment before her climax of hunger can be obtained he rips away from the throbbing, hot, lips nestled in her thighs...as to tease and starve her hungers......

he swoops her up.....
she gasps and moans as he carries her to the outer balcony....
his sparkling dark eyes glitter at her as his lips curl wickedly....
frieghtning......
he presses her naked body to the railing of the balcony....the chilled eve digging at them.....his strong hands manipulate her body in a bend over the rail...he behind her now......the thrill and rush of what will come next wash over her.The moons glimmer casting a hue of bluish tint about them. His coy fingertips curl at her throat to get a good grip as he drives back into the warm, moist depths of her body.....her fingers curl and claw at the railing as he unmercifully f*#%s her into one orgasm and the next...and the next.....her moans and screams of passion rattle the night awake. As her body threatens to quake once more in an earth shattering climax....he again pulls her away.....firmly taking her hips ...he takes her from her balance, cradling her into his arms........her fingers twist into the long dark silkiness of his hair.;...her lips sucking and nibbling between hampered moans at his chest.....the chill of the night outside not hindering a drop of the salty sweat her tongue laps from his body.

.....time expands ...
drawing back in the fantasy.....
he carries her into the large main room of the chantry.....
her eyes glimmer open at him as he lays her to the warmpth in comparison marble floor....that cool welcoming from all the heat that engulfs them......the sound of Type-O sings in her ears as the CD carriage flips......before she can even gain a breath or word to him......she succumbs to him.......his mouth sucking and biting at hers......his God like body writhes slowly to the beat that surrounds them slipping , slowly , deeply inside her....the pillared candles of sandal wood and opium overflowing in drips to the cold floor...the wax hardens on the cool surface...much like the hardness he presses fluidly through her.....as if they are all the more heated by thier lust. She bites at his shoulder and tears at his back as his rythum increases with every pounding thrust.....her eyes seal closed in the surreal lust of it all.....her body aching and driving back to his hips for more ...and more....deeper...faster....she cries out to him in moans of want.....suddenly a bright light filters through her closed lids.....only to dance lovely on her dark eyes as they open to its source.......

a blinding tourch of Fire lay in his hands.....
the cast driving a demons smirk to his beautiful face ....
her spine tingles in the heat....
the flesh of her face warmed ......
her eyes reel wide in the flame he holds just above her as his hard body presses over hers....the nipples of her breasts flatten against him.....her muscles contract as he breathes life into the flame....its heat intense yet paled in their animalistic thrusts in and back to one another....the flickering glow of the torch in his hand at his lips casting verberant flashes of wolf like shadows to snare the walls....his eyes roll back in the deep sockets as he livens the flames from his lips.....dropping the torches in the slightest seductions of heat to bounce in a dance of death and erotic lust at her belly....breasts and lips. The years of her life and unlife fade from her mind......this is all she knows....and All She Wants....his touch to her body....his wants and whispers of hunger and love to press upon her crimsoned lips......Yes, she would give her immortal soul and anything else he wished to keep him in her arms now.....where he belongs.....He swallows the flame whole...not a wince brought to his brilliant eyes in the burn. The heavy pound of his body writhing over her as she clings and screams in a mass of sweat, blood, and tears of orgasmic passion. Her clawz slither through his dark locks...curling in a pull ...the deep thrusts driving her body to clinch about his in pulsing forces as the wet warmth flows over him.....She cries out again in the ecstasy of her sweet Dagon. The flame extinguished by the soft pallet of his mouth....he collapses over her ...as her body succumbs beneath his in a hot, sweat laden grasp to one another. The candles threatening to flicker out as they spoon to one another.....the low humblings of TypeO still humming in their existence........twisting she faces him with such a pleasured and satisfied grin to charm her hot crimson lips as she gazes into the depths of his eyes......

"My beloved Dagon.....Ohhh how I do Love you so my sweet::

her fingers pressing back the stray strands of slithering black
that creep about his sweat glissend face.::...
his eyes
....ohhhh his beautiful dark...tempting eyes meet hers in the same.....
brushing his forefinger across her cheek

:: My sweet Azling....how I love you so...my Only love::

 


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